Shadowy creatures hovered beyond my firelight,
Circling my camp, waiting for a chance to strike.
Their scaly wings dipped into the light,
Revealing scaly fingers stained blood red.
Their unhuman voices never quieted in their chatter,
Spitting out fear and weakness for me to drink,
Hoping to hit me in the heart.
One would let fly with an arrow,
Shot from the darkness into the light;
It would burst as soon as it left the dark.
This was quite a company here tonight;
The scouts had finally found me out.
They had been trailing me for many a fortnight,
Several small bands commencing a few attacks.
They had me on the run and I was terrified.
Until only a weeks worth of moons ago,
I felt I could stand no more
And defeat was at my door.
What changed in me, you may ask.
Nothing in me, I would answer you.
But, who is beside me is the true change.
A Spirit joined me, not of earthly man flesh,
Not holding a sword and shield, mind you,
But he held my heart in his strong grip.
My strength returned and I turned to fight,
Taking on these bands each night.
I grew weary, for I must move in the day,
Finding good ground to fight once darkness falls.
These purely evil creatures cannot stand the sun,
For it eats their black, textured skin,
Burning holes straight through to their black hearts.
Once I drew my sword, my enemy grew in number,
Hoping pure quantity could overrun me.
This was the largest legion tonight, and my light grew dim.
I had only managed time for a small fire this night.
Once it extinguished, they would move in;
The fight would then begin.
Suddenly, a great ruckus occurred behind me,
One that had not touched my ears before.
Clanging, screaming, and death sounds all came to me.
I wheeled, sword ready for what may come.
There was a crash to my right; to my astonishment,
A man was in my circle of light.
He was a seasoned warrior, carrying many scars,
Along with a few fresh wounds and an arrow in his armor.
With no word spoken, he set his back to mine,
Waiting for the light to go out.
Yet another noise, a cranking and turning and squealing and neighing
Causing several figures to flap their wings away.
Two horses appeared, tall and fierce, pulling a young warrior in a chariot
Lit by four torches.
He too said not a word
But threw the torches on the fire,
Causing the light to last a little longer.
His hand came on my shoulder
And I lay down to sleep between the two
With the spirit standing over me.
Another hand touched me and my spirit renewed.
I glanced at the fire to see it’s now small glow.
It was time for our stand,
To once and for all drive the enemy away,
To shake the gates of hell to their core,
To take back what was stolen from us.
We did not wait, we three warriors,
For the light to finally die.
We charged into the dark,
Taking the enemy by surprise.
Spinning, slashing, our swords going to and fro,
Back to back, never leaving the others’ sides,
Never leaving an opening in our wall.
With each swing, my sword hit home,
An eery scream came with each plunge.
The enemy did not sit idly by,
Recovering from our surprise to stage a counter attack.
We had the advantage, for the chariot driver came prepared.
He lifted a torch from his cloak,
Lighting it in one swift motion while making it airborne.
The field was momentarily full of light,
Burning the enemy, though not fatally.
The moment was what we needed,
For we moved back toward the chariot,
To use all our resources.
The driver whipped the horses,
The veteran and I fought all comers.
We heard the crunch as the horses crushed the demons,
Their blood staining the brown horse hooves.
There was no pause in the battle;
We were attacked from the sides, the back, and the air.
I was wounded, but could not feel the pain.
We did not fear death this night,
We only fought for those we loved,
Those we lost, those that cared for us.
The fallen warriors along the road were on our minds,
For we swung our swords for them, as well.
The night seemed it would not end;
Exhaustion set in to our bodies,
But we kept fighting, for if we stopped,
We died; death was not on the docket this night.
We raced forward to I know not where,
Toward the sun, I hoped,
But instead, I soon discovered,
We were going straight for the enemy lair.
Further up, further in we went,
Shouting, swinging, killing.
We were going to end it this night,
For all that came before and all that were to come.
The dark walls loomed high in the moonlight,
Swallowing any light to be seen.
The enemy grew more courageous with it’s castle in our path.
We had one more surprise, that they did not know,
A ball of light hid many years ago
With this great chariot driver,
Whom I had recognized from legends of old.
The gates stood closed as we approached,
The legion dropped back for they believed we were finished.
They knew not our plan to finish them instead,
For their power came from what lay in the dark walls,
The very thing we were about to destroy.
We were able to breath, but knew the task ahead.
As we came to a halt in front of those big, black gates,
We could feel hot breath on our faces.
It seemed the very castle itself was alive and evil.
The ball was wrapped at the driver’s feet;
The veteran and I lifted it to our shoulders,
To the gate we would go.
Curious screams arose from the legion,
But they dared not approach,
For they believed this was not our season.
The breath blew at us, but we pressed forward,
Removing the covering from our great weapon.
As the light shone, the screams turned to anger,
But the legion could not approach,
For fear of burning.
We fell to our knees and cried to our Father,
Asking him to do what we could not.
The spirit walked by as we set the Son down,
Running for the chariot,
As the walls would soon fall.
West we went,
With the thunder behind us;
The mightiest explosion our ears had heard.
We cried in victory,
Our fight was over.
We crossed the river,
To our new lives of peace,
Grieving those who died,
Seeking what we achieved.